Life in the battlefield

The battlefield that is my house, backyard, front yard and on occasion the neighbors yard.  I never quite realized how busy little people are, seriously it’s like 3 bolts of lightening constantly speeding through the house.  And give them little shits 5 minutes alone, yeah you only think they are being good.  So far we have had 2 dogs let out of 2 separate gates on no less that 552 occasions… and when I say 552 I really probably mean about 52.  Okay so we buy locks for said gates, the dog problem is solved but then there is nothing like a 3 year old and a 4 year old heading out the back door and 5 minutes later magically ringing the door bell…up front.  Nice.  Those two can scale that fence like they are breaking out of prison on a murder charge.  Also if you leave kids of the age of 3,4 and 7 in the back yard for about 10 minutes one night and they see up very, high a box that contains no less than 3 containers of sidewalk chalk paint stuff…they will take said sidewalk chalk and completely cover themselves, 2 dogs, and a garage in a matter of seconds.  The way these 3 get into things you would think that Jess and I never watch them.  But we do, like hawks, it’s really quite hilarious sometimes.  We have also taken to buying things in 3’s, two of the exact same color for the boys and one in a girlie color for Tori.  Because we made the mistake this one time of getting 3 things that were different and OMG you would have thought the world ended because no one wanted theirs, they wanted someone elses and someone else didn’t want to give it up.  So it’s challenging and fun and crazy sometimes but we are all having a blast.